A fair exchange is no robbery. That's what they say !
So, are Chips, Rabbit pie and a pint a fair exchange for a misty, drizzly and a howling windy walk from Bennetts cross? Eight of us thought it was a bargain, the other three cheated and went straight to the pub, all three had tenuous excuses!! Traffic gridlock, appointments. You know, the usual stuff!!Battling the elements, the track to Birch Tor was easily definable but the tor itself drifted in and out of the low cloud. Very windy, wobbly legs but the track to the Headland Warren farm was again clearly visible. A few alpacas were sheltering in the barn, the outhouses showed previous wind damage but it was all eerily quiet.
Along the valley floor following the West Webburn river, the field systems or lychets clearly seen. The terraces are a type of medieval agricultural terracing.
The land was cleared of rocks and used to build walls. Strip ploughing with oxen caused the earth to slip and eventually reach the top of these walls causing the lychets!
Well I never!
Quick look at the slumbering troll, All's well....just!
Time for a well earned coffee break by the pond and then across the down for a quick recce of the Golden Dagger mine and further on, Dinah's house, she moved about a bit that one.
On through much standing water and of course, mud.
In the pretty Red Water Valley are the remains of Vitifer mine and the remaining wall of the carpenter's shop decorated with the name of some unknown person.
A short, sharp climb and we could see our cars.
We made it!
Back to the Warren House Inn where we got the service we've come to expect!
Well? Was it a fair exchange?
Brenda